8. One Night To Remember #3
Jamie’s gaze softens. He pulls one of my hands into his.
“Look, I’m happy that we figured out that this thing between us is real.
And I know Connor and I can make you really happy if you give us the chance.
As for Keene, I just wanted to let you know that I can see that there could be something between the two of you and that if that something ever turned into something more, Connor and I wouldn’t be upset.
Keene is our brother, and we want to see him happy.
Regardless of that, though, he agreed to help us make sure you’re safe until we know more about your stalker.
So whatever happens, I hope you two can keep up this truce. ”
I nod. “I want to keep up the truce with him. It makes things easier since we live together, but I’m also so tired.
I’m tired of conflict, tired of watching my back all the time.
The last couple of years have been hell in my father’s house.
He isolated us from our friends and from our families so that he could control every aspect of our lives without being questioned.
That’s why he forbade me from seeing Luke.
I’m free now, and I don’t want to use any more of my energy hating someone.
As long as Keene can look past his prejudiced idea of me, we can try to coexist.”
I think Jamie is wrong about Keene being infatuated with me.
But if he, Connor and Luke care about him so much, I know there must be much more to him than the asshole I’ve gotten to know and hate so far.
I might have caught a glimpse of the loyal, kind person Jamie described earlier this morning, and I hope that Keene and I can turn over a new leaf.
“I’m glad we talked about this,” Jamie says softly. “Do you want to go back downstairs to the party, or should we celebrate our new relationship status?”
The mischievous glint in the dark blue depths of Jamie’s eyes tells me he has a plan. “I’m all partied out. What did you have in mind?”
He bends over, and I don’t understand why until he hoists me up over his shoulder, fireman style.
“Jamie, put me down!” I squeal, laughing.
“Your every wish is my command, my lady.”
He reaches the king sized bed in the middle of the room in a couple of long strides and drops me onto the soft mattress.
His lips crush mine, soft and demanding at the same time as Jamie hovers over me to avoid crushing me with his weight.
In complete contrast with all the talking we just did, we put our mouths to much better use. It’s a frenzy of kisses and wandering hands as his t-shirt and jeans fly to the floor, followed by my leggings.
As Jamie is peppering open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck, I lift the hem of my hockey jersey—his hockey jersey—but he stops me.
“Can you keep that on? I’ve been thinking about fucking you in my jersey all night.”
“Ok.” I giggle. “You just won’t get to kiss me everywhere, though.”
He slides down, lifting the fabric to expose my stomach and chest. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ll work around it. Nothing can stop me from kissing you tonight.”
One thing I learned about Jamie Hart so far is that he is a man of his word.
His mouth descends to the swell of my breasts, soft, warm and wet on my soft skin.
Jamie pulls down on my bra, freeing my tits to cover the aching hard points with his mouth.
I arch my back to give him better access, as he licks and sucks on one nipple, pinching the other one between his thumb and his forefinger. The touch is firm but not painful and turns my entire body into a live wire.
My skin is alight with sensation, the sensitive bit between my legs throbbing with need.
“Jamie, don’t.” I stop him by threading my fingers through the silky strands of his hair and forcing him to meet my gaze, as his lips leave my breasts and begin to kiss their way down my stomach.
“Why not, baby? I want to taste you; I want to make you come all over my tongue.”
The thought is exciting, but I need a little more than that right now. “I need you to fill me. If I don’t feel you inside me right now, I feel like I’m gonna die.”
Jamie scoots back up, a smile curling his perfect mouth. “We can’t have that now, right? I’ve got you, baby.”
Our underwear joins the rest of our clothes on the floor, and he sinks inside me to the hilt. He doesn’t move at first, giving us both a second to adjust.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, baby. You weren’t lying when you said you needed me.”
I trace his warm, slightly swollen bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “This, you and I together, feels like…”
“Home?” he finishes for me.
I nod, swallowing the lump of emotion that burns in my throat. Jamie turns me on, but I’ve never felt so safe in someone’s arms.
Three little words are on the tip of my tongue, but I bite my bottom lip to keep them in. Jamie said he’s falling for me, but using those three little words right now might be too soon. I don’t want to freak him out.
“Fuck me, Jamie.” I say instead.
And my boyfriend doesn’t make me ask twice.
His first few thrusts send sparks of pleasure all over my body, and soon I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding my hips into his.
It’s slow and sweet, and I’ve never felt so close to someone.
“Baby,” Jamie murmurs, nuzzling my neck as his thrusts slow down but become deeper. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“I’m so close.” I pant. “But I…”
“I’ve got you.” He repeats and shifts the angle so he can sneak one hand between us.
His fingers find my clit, and all it takes is a couple of firm touches to send me over the edge.
Jamie follows me shortly, holding me and kissing me while he empties himself inside me.
Neither of us moves for a long moment. Our bodies are still joined, and a pleasant feeling washes all over me.
If anyone had told me two months ago that I would be here, in the arms of this gorgeous, amazing man, I would have thought it was impossible.
“I should go find something to help you clean up.” Jamie murmurs, withdrawing from me but keeping me in his arms. “But I don’t want to move. You feel too good.”
“Cleaning up can wait for a few minutes.” I agree, nestling into his warmth. “Anyway, something just hit me. You don’t live in the Gamma house. Whose bed is this?”
My boyfriend chuckles, and I know the answer before he says it out loud.
“No.” I gasp. “Please tell me we didn’t have sex in Luke’s bed.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
I hide my face in Jamie’s chest. “Luke is going to kill us. But I should have known by the ridiculously soft bedsheets and the dozens of pillows. He’s like the princess and the pea, and his bed has to be perfect.
He’s also very territorial about his bed.
He isn’t going to be happy about this.” I say, gesturing between my body and his.
“Relax, baby.” Jamie chuckles. “First off, this is technically Shane’s bed, since Luke moved into his room to leave you his bedroom in the condo.
And I know all about Luke’s obsession with his bed being an oasis of cleanliness and comfort.
So I asked him if he was ok with me bringing you here tonight, and he gave me his blessing as long as we change the sheets before we leave. ”
I relaxed a little. “Thank fuck. He’s done so much for me lately, I don’t want to take advantage of his kindness.”
Jamie smiles. “Luke is one of my best friends, Bex. We always have each other’s backs. And when I told him why I needed to speak to you in private, he offered his room in a heartbeat, in case we didn’t make it out of the party.”
I make a note to thank my brother tomorrow. Without the help and the unconditional love he showed me since I arrived in Star Cove, I don’t know what I would have done.